Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.